Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1887-06-16

thc yeiiOW EioN ih the "cse WIS '"a"'"h v"
crimson, John Henry Jones met Maritty Ty.
son In the high-road.
Could you lend me your One-horse wa
gon, said she wistfully, for couple OF
hours tomorrow p
YES the young farmer answered, with
pleasure. Shall you want me 10 drive? 2
Nor the girl replied with decision.
THAT would cost too much want 10 60
cheap.
oh, i shall not charge anything for the
driver-or the team, either he said, shrug-
ging his shoulders and smiling. When do
you want TO 20 Maritty p
IL don't know Z
'You don't know, Maritty p he echoed In
tone of surprise.
'Yes-and no = retorted she, I've got TO
make enquiries first. I'm going TO Bridge
port TO get work In the factory
In which factory 2
Tn any of them. IL don't matter which.
They're always glad TO get hands, folks tell
me-
But you don't understand factory work.
Il can learn she insisted. And I've
father 10 care for now. / sha'n't let him 90
back TO that place I've got all my wages
saved up, and it'll keep me until l secure a
place In the factory-me and father, she
added. And the time shall come yet when
I'll he lady, with house Of my own, and
piano, and n carpet ON the best room floor,
and a cushioned rocker for father q
John Henry surveyed her with admiring
eyes.
You're looking a long way ahead, said
he.
Perhaps with shrug Of the shoulders,
But every day live is going to bring II
nearer
You'll have to work dreadful hard to get
all that =
mean 10 work and TO wait. Can have
the wagon, John Henry, at two o'clock to
morrow afternoon think that time will
do as well as any,
Il don't believe you can
Her eyes flashed.
Il don't care for myself can walk. But
there's father. No matter, though = she
cried quickly. Tn 60 and see IL can gel
Mr.. Pratt's cart
Stop minnie, Maritty = said John Hen
ry. Il amt as quick Of speech as some
folks but I'd like 10 discuss this ere mat
ter with you little
Il hain't no time for discussion, said Ma
ritty.
Yes, you have, said John Henry com
posedly.
Miss Dorcas was slicing mp apples for a
pie that evening when Maritty Tyson came
In. She viewed her with unsympathetic
eyes.
so you've lost your place p said she.
4 have left Mrs. Popley-yes,' said Aarit
ty quietly.
And you are fool for your pains 7 de-
clared the uncompromising spinster. Where
do you expect TO get better place p
Here = said Maritty calmly.
Here = echoed Miss Dorcas. What on
earth he you a-talking of? don't want nc
gal. And wouldn't hev you IL 1 did
Come, clear out ! John Henry will be com
ing directly, and
John Henry is here now, uttered calm
voice at the back Of the irate old lady 4
chair. And If anybody is to clear out,
Aunt Dorcas. IL must be you Maritty Ii
coming here for good and all. She's my
wife. We were married at the parsonag,
half an hour ago. I've liked her this long
while, but never had courage TO speak out
my mind before. And her father Is coming
tomorrow. Well fix up the corner chamber
upstairs for her father, Aunt Dorcas. See
Mritty,' he added with honest pride, there's
a carpet on the floor, just as you've always
longed for, and here in the parlor there's the
piano mother bought for poor Jennie, who
died before ever she learned 20 play on It,
And you shall be lady, dear, with hired
girl to wait on you and your father, and
there's nothing money can buy that shall be
denied you. Speak up, Aunt Dorcas ! he
went on, with kindling eyes and rising col
or. Either welcome my wife or leave the
house And don't be long In taking your
choice, either =
oh, I'm sure she's kindly welcome J
stammered Aunt Dorcas, with spasmodic
click in her throat. walk in, Mrs. Jones.
Lay off your hat and shawl, and Ill get the
tea directly
And Mritty, with her soft dark eyes fix
ed tenderly on her husbands face, smiled to
herself
Ne and father have got home now, she
murmured. with a piano and n carpet
and all, even down to the cushioned rocker
In the corner. just what always dreamed
of ! 1t seemed such long way ahead.
And vet ali the time it was so near